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There’s countless ways to wake up, some more preferable than others.
An unfortunate side effect of being a deep sleeper, Jeongguk has been subject to a range of poor starts to his day – shaken awake by scolding hyungs and startled out of strange dreams to a disorienting half-aware state. Sometimes lazily stretching his limbs after sleeping through his alarm, just to see the time and stumble out of bed to a class or appointment he’s already late for. He’s even had ice cold water thrown on his back when every other method of stirring him had failed.
He much prefers the gentle transition from fast-fading dreams to the morning sun streaming in his window on a day when he has nothing to do, and nowhere to be. Granted the time and leisure to make himself comfortable and snuggle into the covers once more, rolling over to doze for another hour or two.
But of all the possible ways to wake up – the feeling of Jimin’s mouth, soft and warm around his cock, is undoubtedly his favorite.
Jeongguk rouses with a sigh when he’s finally pulled from his slumber. It trails off into a quiet, sleep-addled moan. Lazy arousal swirls in his gut, heavy enough to dull any shock or confusion he might’ve had otherwise. It’s not often that he wakes up feeling this good.
They’ve done this kind of thing several times now. Jimin was the one that originally brought it up, always having been inclined towards the experimental. Jeongguk was more than happy to help fulfill his fantasy.
Blinking his eyes open, Jeongguk lifts his head to see Jimin between his legs, duvet pushed aside and out of the way. They’d fallen asleep in just their underwear last night, preferring each other’s body heat over the warmth of unnecessary clothing. Jimin now has the waistband of Jeongguk’s boxers pulled down to the tops of his thighs, giving him access to the cock that he’s easily taking down to the base.
“Jimin…” Jeongguk groans, a little overwhelmed by the sight he’s greeted with first thing in the morning. He flops back down onto the pillow.
“Good morning, baby.” Jimin’s voice is syrupy-sweet when he pops off of Jeongguk’s half-hard cock to leave wet kisses along his hip bone. “Happy birthday.”
Oh.
Jimin kisses back down to the base of his shaft, hands lovingly stroking up and down Jeongguk’s thighs. There’s no rush today. He takes his time bringing Jeongguk to full hardness – licking slow stripes along the length and closing his full lips around the tip.
“Help me get these off, ‘Gguk. Wanted to start your special day off in the best way I could think of.”
Jeongguk lifts his hips so Jimin can pull his boxers down the rest of the way. He kicks them off before slumping on the mattress again. His limbs are still weighed down by sleep, slow and clumsy in their movements. Jimin makes room between Jeongguk’s legs and settles in again.
“This is already the best birthday I’ve ever had,” Jeongguk mumbles with a sleepy smile. Eyes closed, he reaches down blindly to find Jimin until his hand meets soft hair. He strokes the silky strands, then rests his palm there when Jimin starts bobbing up and down his length.
He isn’t joking when he says it. Starting your birthday off with lips as soft and plush as Jimin’s wrapped around your cock is any man’s dream come true.
“Fuck…Jimin, feels so good–”
Jimin hums, and the vibrations of it around his shaft makes Jeongguk’s toes curl. He pulls off to pump a fist up and down the length instead.
“Yeah? Want to make you feel even better, can I do that?” His voice comes out a little scratchy. Knowing the reason why gives Jeongguk a jolt of satisfaction that makes his cock twitch in Jimin’s hand.
Jeongguk is already in heaven but he’d be an idiot to say no. He grunts an affirmation, tugging Jimin’s hair lightly in encouragement.
He feels Jimin pushing his thighs farther apart and lifting one up higher, practically over his shoulder. Jeongguk is happy to lie back as Jimin does as he pleases. His touch is soft, handling Jeongguk’s body with care and reverence.
A wet tongue massages over the seam of his balls then dips lower to lick at the patch of skin just below, tentatively, as if he’s testing the waters. Jeongguk gasps at the feeling. Jimin pauses, but when Jeongguk doesn’t protest, he continues mouthing at that spot while stroking his cock.
Jimin doesn’t touch him there often, and when he does it’s just a few fingers massaging while he takes Jeongguk down his throat. But the area is sensitive and it has Jeongguk gripping the sheets when it’s combined with the palm around his cock. Then the tip of Jimin’s tongue moves even lower, teasing mere centimeters from his hole.
“Oh! Jimin–” Jeongguk flinches in surprise, eyes flying open and pushing up to his elbows.
“Sorry, we don’t have to. But I promise it’ll feel good, baby…” He kisses Jeongguk’s inner thigh.
“Wait, what?” Mind still hazy from his deep sleep and from the pleasure, Jeongguk is slow to catch up. “What’ll feel good?”
Jimin giggles. “Oh, I thought it was obvious…wanna eat you out, take care of you.” He pauses to lick up Jeongguk’s length, base to tip. It makes Jeongguk shiver. “Can I?”
“I– I’ve never…” Jeongguk trails off. Usually he’s the one with his tongue buried in Jimin’s ass. It’s not that this is off limits, just that he’s never really considered it. No one’s ever paid any special attention to that part of him before.
“I know, that’s okay. Lie back and let me do all the work, hmm?”
He thinks about when he does the same for Jimin. Jeongguk could stay nestled between those plump cheeks all day if Jimin let him – he just sounds so pretty when he whines and moans, trembling in Jeongguk’s hold as he comes. Jeongguk loves being the cause of Jimin’s pleasure – the kind that he’d demanded and trained the younger to be an expert in. He’s a bratty power bottom that Jeongguk is more than happy to throw around in bed just the way he likes.
Jimin kneads at his hip bones, and Jeongguk realizes he’s waiting for permission. Fuck it. Of all days, he supposes it’d be nice to let Jimin do this for him now, on his birthday. To lie down and let someone else do the work, even if he’s apprehensive for so much focus to be…there.
“Yeah, um…okay.”
Jimin smiles at that. Sitting up a bit, he softly asks, “Hand me a pillow?”
Jeongguk reaches behind his head to grab one of the million fluffy pillows on the bed and pass it to Jimin. He lifts his hips so it can be placed underneath him, used to doing this with the roles reversed. Then Jimin is rearranging him, hands gripping under his thighs to guide them up towards his waist.
He’s always been nothing less than confident in bed with Jimin. A service top comfortable in his role, following directions and receiving praise for fucking so well. But lying here propped up on a pillow, hips angled to fully expose his hole in the bright morning light – Jeongguk suddenly feels incredibly shy.
Trying to close his thighs a bit, Jeongguk throws an arm over his face and groans. That makes Jimin laugh. The sound is high and amused, so lovely and so obviously endeared. He guides Jeongguk’s legs apart again.
“What, baby?” He leans down and kisses the underside of Jeongguk’s ass, the smack wet and loud.
“It’s embarrassing…”
“But you look so good like this, have such a cute little hole.”
Jeongguk lets out a nervous, breathy laugh. He can feel himself blushing, face hot where he hides under his arm. Completely unfamiliar with being in such a vulnerable position. “Don’t say that,” he whines.
“What? It’s true. Just want to get my mouth on you.” Jimin spreads his ass cheeks, a hand on each side, and kisses right over his puckered rim. The act is tender and sweet, and Jeongguk’s breath hitches from the contact.
“You deserve a little spoiling on your birthday, don’t you, Jeonggukie?” he asks, voice low and smooth as silk. Jeongguk can feel the light brush of each exhale on his hole – so close, but still waiting for the final word. “Hmm? Can I spoil you?”
Jeongguk hesitates. He’s never bottomed before, never even taken a few fingers. But Jimin is more skilled than most when it comes to his mouth, and he’s never left Jeongguk disappointed or unsatisfied after making use of those full lips and wet tongue.
“...Please.”
That earns a second kiss, delicately placed on his rim.
Jimin holds Jeongguk’s cock in one hand and keeps his ass spread with the other. He licks a stripe over Jeongguk’s hole and continues in a slow, wet path upwards. Doesn’t stop until he’s made his way up to the flushed head of Jeongguk’s cock. There, he suckles around the tip briefly before tonguing at the slit and ending with a drawn-out peck. Then his lips are back on Jeongguk’s hole, leaving open-mouthed kisses while he lazily strokes his cock.
Jeongguk isn’t sure what he was expecting. The feeling is weird, at first. Not bad – but he can’t help the way his body tenses in reaction to it.
“Hey,” Jimin whispers between wet smacks of his lips. He rubs the underside of Jeongguk’s thigh, soothing. “Relax…let me make you feel good, yeah?”
Jimin begins laving over his hole, slowly building the pressure until his tongue is prodding at the entrance. Jeongguk clenches in reflex, which earns a squeeze to his thigh. But it’s when Jimin moans, mouth pressed to the rim, that the strange sensation starts to give in to one of pleasure.
“Fuck, hyung…”
Jeongguk grasps the sheets tight in each fist. Jimin is quick to process his reaction, and moans again, low and long, the tip of his tongue insistent against the tight furl of Jeongguk’s hole. He twists his hand around Jeongguk’s cock on each stroke, purposeful now. It elicits small grunts and sighs from Jeongguk.
Squirming, his abdominals flex and release, the muscles in his legs tense, and his chest rises and falls with heavy breaths. It feels good – really fucking good. But he can’t quite relax into it enough for those swells of pleasure to grow into more.
Jeongguk tries to adjust and find a more comfortable position for his legs, which don’t have anywhere to rest with his ass propped up on the pillow. His thigh is held pressed to his hip while the other splays to the side. Even lacking the intensity there’d be if their roles were switched, he just feels exposed and awkward .
And he can’t relax. So accustomed being the active one in bed, chasing his partner’s pleasure, giving before he expects to receive. His mind wanders when he tries to lie still and let himself be doted on, leaving him to focus on the position he’s growing more and more self-conscious in. He vaguely wonders why Jimin loves being bent in half like this.
“Jimin…” he whines, a bit breathier than he’d prefer. “Can you…um–” Swallowing hard, Jeongguk turns and hides his blushing face in the crook of his arm.
“Mmm? What is it?” Jimin seems reluctant to remove his mouth. Jeongguk can hear him breathing heavier down between his thighs, which he tries to close when he feels the chill of the bedroom air against his spit-slick hole.
“Just…it’s just too much.”
“Oh, that’s okay. We can stop–”
“No!” Jeongguk is quick to protest, even surprised by how much he suddenly realizes that no, he definitely doesn’t want to do that. “No, feels good. Fucking amazing…but, this…” he vaguely gestures at the position he’s in, trying to convey everything he wants to say with a frustrated little grunt.
Thankfully, Jimin seems to understand.
“Want to lay on your stomach? Would that be better, ‘Gguk?”
Jeongguk nods. So out of his element being at a loss for words right now, face flushed and unwilling to even look his boyfriend in the eye.
A hand at his hip nudges him, coaxing his body to turn over. Jimin adjusts the pillow so it’s underneath him again, propping him up for access. Just enough to make this easier.
The new position is already better, feels less like he’s been put on display, the most intimate parts of him presented for the world to see. He’s comfortable enough that he can slacken his limbs instead of worrying about the way they hang awkwardly in mid-air. Jeongguk hugs the pillow under his head and parts his thighs.
“You sure you want to keep going?” Jimin massages the lean muscle of Jeongguk’s legs, cups his firm ass, smooths hands up his sides to squeeze his small waist.
There’s no hesitation when Jeongguk nods and mumbles a quiet, “Yeah,” face half-pressed into the pillow.
He expects Jimin to pick up right where he left off, but instead, he continues kneading his backside. Lips leave light kisses down his spine, slow.
“Look gorgeous like this, baby.” He pulls at each cheek so there’s room to kiss right down to Jeongguk’s hole. “There’s nothing for you to be embarrassed about.”
The tenderness that Jimin treats him to is a sharp contrast to the rough passion they roll around in bed with any other day, and Jeongguk is thankful for it. Feeling so vulnerable, he doesn’t think he could let himself be manhandled how Jimin seems to prefer.
Jimin isn’t rough, but that doesn’t mean he’s any less enthusiastic when he starts eating Jeongguk out properly again. The same insistent prodding at his hole, tongue circling the rim and flicking over it. He caresses the curve of Jeongguk’s ass with both hands, touch soothing across his hips and lower back.
It’s not possessive, rather more evident of the fact that Jimin is loving being able to do this for Jeongguk. The path his palms travel in over Jeongguk’s body is appreciative, each squeeze laced with sweet affection.
“Nngh…hyunnggg,” Jeongguk moans into the pillow. Jimin was right when he said he’d spoil him for his birthday, because he feels nothing short of pampered and adored right now. It helps him relax and give in to the pleasure in a way he couldn’t before, the self-conscious feeling gradually waning.
When Jimin finally succeeds in pushing the tip of his tongue past Jeongguk’s tight rim, he bucks forward, hips grinding his hard cock into the pillow below as he chokes on a moan.
“Like that?” Jimin asks, voice somewhat hoarse and little teasing. Jeongguk feels his cock twitch against his stomach.
“Yes–” Jeongguk whines. He arches, pushing his ass towards Jimin. It’s easier to gain some of his confidence back when he’s able to hide his face in the bedding. “Do that again, please?”
Happy to grant Jeongguk’s request, Jimin fits himself between his firm ass cheeks and tongues at the entrance. Jeongguk groans when he pushes past the tight ring of muscle again, fists gripping the pillow he hugs in his strong arms.
But it’s when Jimin seals his lips around the area and sucks that Jeongguk’s eyes roll back in his head. Jimin keeps thrusting his tongue inside, a little more each time now that Jeongguk is used to the feeling and the tenseness from before has faded away.
Jeongguk’s cock is trapped between the pillow under his hips and the hard planes of his lower abdominals. He grinds against the friction, the rhythm uncoordinated as he chases pleasure. Whimpering, he feels himself slowly coming undone, and reaches a hand back to fist in Jimin’s hair.
Jimin moans, high and affected, when Jeongguk pulls at his roots. He ups the intensity and sucks harder, thrusting his tongue faster and deeper.
“Fuck– fuck, don’t stop…” Jeongguk is panting into the pillow in his arms. Jimin kept his promise from earlier – it feels good. So. Fucking. Good. Better than he could’ve imagined if he’d ever even thought to consider trying this.
Jimin’s tongue is long, and while Jeongguk is familiar with the way it teases over his cock, feeling it pushing deep inside him is something else entirely. He sucks and mouths at Jeongguk’s rim with his lips, so soft against the sensitive skin made wet and messy with saliva.
The hands rubbing over Jeongguk’s ass and hips disappear and he feels Jimin squirming. Jimin rearranges himself, sliding his hands and arms under Jeongguk’s inner thighs so they can rest spread on his shoulders. He circles his arms around Jeongguk’s hips to hold him tight to his face, his skilled mouth pulling breathy moans and cries of pleasure from the younger.
The fervor that Jimin eats him out with, combined with the gentle way his thumbs brush back and forth soothingly on Jeongguk’s hips, makes butterflies flutter in his gut and causes a rush of heat to course through him. Along with something else – something that he’s much more familiar with giving than receiving. He feels unequivocally desired, like he’s something that Jimin just can’t get enough of, the man insatiable as he devours him.
“God, please…please Jimin, ah–” His hips stutter in Jimin’s hold, the grinding rhythm broken as he feels his climax building rapidly.
Jimin doesn’t let up. He’s breathing hard and moaning over Jeongguk’s hole, little grunts sprinkled throughout, as if he’s getting just as much pleasure from this as Jeongguk is.
A few more sloppy swivels of Jeongguk’s hips, and he’s coming. Clenching around Jimin’s tongue and soiling the pillow underneath him, crying out in gasping moans that can’t be muffled when he presses his face into the bedding. He rides it out, spreading the cum spurting from his cock in a mess on his pelvis and stomach. The wet slide of it just makes each small thrust of his hips even better. Jimin hums against his hole, the targeted vibrations prolonging those few seconds of ecstasy.
Coming down from it, Jeongguk releases Jimin’s hair from his hold and melts into the mattress. His limbs feel like jello and his head is buzzing with sugary satisfaction. Jimin licks over his hole, gentle, almost soothing, and leaves a kiss on the rim before sitting up.
“‘Gguk, can I? Fuck...” Jeongguk hears some rustling and then the familiar sound of a hand jerking off. “Won’t go inside, just need to come–”
That rush Jeongguk felt, being so desired, is back, and even muted in his post-climax state it’s enough to have him swallowing down a moan and reaching back towards his ass. He pulls at one side to give Jimin better access.
Jimin shuffles forward to stroke himself and rests his hand on Jeongguk’s, the gesture comforting as he keeps him spread. He must’ve been close – a few pumps later and Jeongguk can feel warm cum spilling over him. Some lands on or between his cheeks, but most is aimed right at his hole. He clenches as the last bit drips down past his balls, adding to the mess on the pillow below.
Finished, Jimin pants slightly. He plays with Jeongguk’s ass, pushing his own cum around with the tip of his softening cock, sliding the length of it between the cheeks. When he circles Jeongguk’s rim he applies slight pressure for a split second before pulling away – but that brief moment has Jeongguk reconsidering his preference as a top.
“You okay?” Jimin asks. Eyes closed in bliss, Jeongguk nods. Jimin gives his butt a light, playful slap, then the mattress dips as he starts to get up.
“Wait! Don’t go–” Jeongguk doesn’t have the energy to sit up and pull Jimin back down on the bed.
“I’ll just be a second. We should clean up.”
Unsatisfied with that, Jeongguk groans. It’s whiny and a bit petulant. “...’s fine, c’mere. Wanna cuddle.” He makes grabby hands in what he thinks is Jimin’s general direction.
“Jeongguk–”
“But it’s my birthday.”
Jeongguk doesn’t even try to fight his smug smile when Jimin sighs, relenting.
“Okay, at least let me just…” He trails off, and Jeongguk soon feels fabric wiping at the mess. A half-hearted attempt that rids him of the worst of it before Jimin is tossing Jeongguk’s boxers in the direction of the hamper.
“Don’t be mad at me later when you wake up with dried cum in your ass crack.”
“Mmm…it’s my special day, you can just give me a sponge bath.”
Incredulous, Jimin lets out a snort and lies down next to Jeongguk. Realizing his hips are still propped up, Jeongguk pulls the soiled pillow out from under himself and flings it onto the floor.
“Eww.”
Jimin brushes Jeongguk’s hair out of his face – no doubt even messier than when he first woke. Fingers graze his cheek and soon there’s soft lips meeting his forehead. The kiss lingers in its warmth.
“Happy birthday.”
Jeongguk opens his eyes to see Jimin’s face just inches from his. He feels himself blush once more meeting his boyfriend’s gaze. “Thanks for the present.”
Jimin laughs, curling into Jeongguk’s side. “Mm, you’re welcome, baby,” he whispers, kissing Jeongguk’s knuckles where their fingers intertwine. “Did you like it?”
“Yeah…didn’t know you were so good at that.”
“Does that mean you’d let me do it again?”
Jeongguk’s eyebrows raise in surprise. Even though he was anxious at first, he thought it was pretty obvious by the end just how much he enjoyed having Jimin tongue-deep in his ass.
“Of course. I kind of wish you’d done that sooner.” Jimin looks relieved, tension in his features that Jeongguk didn’t notice before now melting away.
“It was just new,” he continues, “And weirdly…intimate? Not used to being the one spread open like that. You’re always demanding I do it to you instead.”
Jimin rolls his eyes.
“You love how shameless I am, said so yourself. Besides, you like when I tell you what to do.” His eyes flit down to Jeongguk’s mouth. “You always spoil me so well, ‘Gguk. Figured it was time I returned the favor.”
He leans in, slow as he waits to see if Jeongguk wants to pull back from the lips that were just on his ass. Jeongguk meets him in the middle for a kiss anyway, too sated in his high to really care. It’s chaste, but still fond. Pulling away only slightly, Jimin’s voice has a soft edge when he speaks, lips brushing Jeongguk’s with each word.
“So, do you feel spoiled?”
Jeongguk’s lashes flutter and he releases a shaky exhale. He’ll never fully get used to the effect Jimin so easily has on him.
“Rotten, hyung.”